Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Mind shift

How to turn on the poetic brainFind a new way to say the same thing about my brotherWatch closerAs the girl presses the stiff plastic dolls togetherAnd asks most days about my wedding band.If it means something that the pile of pine trees have been mulched away,Or the father gives into his childWho circles and circles the hare tree.These cyclesThis hot air against the nightAgain